Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.